EVENING NOCTURNE

EVENING NOCTURNE

The trees across the canyon
Bend their stately boughs in the cool breeze
The blue-black of the sky frames
The majestic silhouette.
These beauties of God
Only serve to draw their bow over the
Heart strings of my soul
And make it sing.
Beyond the canyon and over the hill
The mighty ocean more than equals
The splendor of the stately trees that sigh
Yet, each in it’s own fashion
Proclaim the beauty and magnitude
Of Him on high.
I, in my abode, gaze on the last rays of
Light stealing across the sky.
My thoughts are far from the scene
Yet they are closely intermingled..
And I wonder, as I gaze, whether he
Who sails on the rough sea
Can feel the presence of the Omnipotent
Spirit as can I ?
Written by Colleen Engh 1946
Dedicated to Owen Wayne Stout on board
The SS Owen Summers Merchant Ship
U. S. Merchant Marines.